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[ragnarsson]

Wait, so I just speak? That's how it works?...Fine...This is Ivar Ragnarsson. Do what you will.

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[ragnarsson]

[Ivar takes a while to respond to Gyda's message. He's been avoiding his sister, not because he doesn't care, but because he feels guilty. He should have protected her better. It was his job to make sure she stayed safe. He was sure she blamed him for what had happened at it didn't blame her.]

...Must we?

[like_quicksilver]

[She didn't like how he sounded, but she forced herself to continue speaking.] I hate us not talking. I'm sorry I couldn't defend myself, I'm sorry for being weak inspite of your training.

[The words come out fast, perhaps too blunt, but she's tired of holding them back.]

[ragnarsson]

[Whatever he's expecting her to say, it isn't that. He's blinking in surprise even though she can't see his expression.]

You're sorry? Gyda, this was my fault.

[What kind of a Viking couldn't even keep his own family safe?]

[like_quicksilver]

[It was true, a viking had to protect his family, but he tried. Yet, Gyda wondered..no, she knew she wasn't yet ready.] I should've been faster in the first place. If I was, you wouldn't have had to walk us both in the first place.

You were able to get us both to safety, that couldn't have been easy.

[ragnarsson]

But I shouldn't have allowed this to happen in the first place.

[That was his job, to protect his little sister. He had failed at that duty and now he was carrying around the guilt of it.]

[like_quicksilver]

[She fiddles with the device. Perhaps the fault was on them both; her for believing she was ready, him for taking her and thinking she was ready.] Could you help me, until if or when there is a cure?

Whoever's fault it is, won't give my sight back. I am trying to learn how to work and cope with not being able to see, but it's frustrating.